“Of course you would. You think it’s a hired killer or a lunatic. If it’s a hired killer you want to close it out and if it’s a lunatic you want to wait until he does it again.”

“I wouldn’t go that far.”

“You went that far last night.”

“Last night was last night, for Christ’s sake. I already explained about last night.”

“It wasn’t a hired killer,” I said. “And it wasn’t a lunatic just picking her out of the blue.”

“You sound like you’re sure of it.”

“Reasonably sure.”

“Why?”

“No hired hitman goes crazy that way. What did he hit her, sixty times with a machete?”

“I think it was sixty-six.”

“Sixty-six, then.”

“And it wasn’t necessarily a machete. Something like a machete.”

“He had her strip. Then he butchered her like that, he got so much blood on the walls that they had to paint the room. When did you ever hear of a professional hit like that?”

“Who knows what kind of animal a pimp hires? Maybe he tells the guy to make it ugly, do a real job on her, make an example out of her. Who knows what goes through his mind?”

“And then he hires me to look into it.”

“I admit it sounds weird, Matt, but—”

“It can’t be a crazy, either. It was somebody who went crazy, but it’s not a psycho getting his kicks.”

“How do you know that?”

“He’s too careful. Printing his name when he signed in. Carrying the dirty towels away with him. This is a guy who took the trouble to avoid leaving a shred of physical evidence.”

“I thought he used the towels to wrap the machete.”

“Why would he do that? After he washed the machete he’d put it back in the case the way he brought it. Or, if he wanted to wrap it in towels, he’d use clean towels. He wouldn’t carry away the towels he washed up with unless he wanted to keep them from being found. But towels can hold things—a hair, a bloodstain—and he knew he might be a suspect because he knew something linked him to Kim.”

“We don’t know for sure the towels were dirty, Matt. We don’t know he took a shower.”

“He chopped her up and put blood all over the walls. You think he got out of there without washing up?”

“I guess not.”

“Would you take wet towels home for a souvenir? He had a reason.”

“Okay.” A pause. “A psycho might not want to leave evidence. You’re saying he’s someone who knew her, who had a reason to kill her. You can’t be sure of that.”

“Why did he have her come to the hotel?”

“Because that’s where he was waiting. Him and his little machete.”